Political Longing

I don't remember ever having the need to jump out of bed and (well, first take a shower, go buy coffee, creamer and a bagel and then) having to come write about a dream I just had. So here it is.  I was playing softball with some people. John Kerrey was on my team, and we were playing against a team that the current Bush was on. We were beating them handily, of course, but I had the displeasure of being in contact with Bush, because I was the catcher. One of the things I remember was someone carrying a sign across the diamond that had text on both sides: "GOP against Bush" on one side; "Dems against Bush" on the other -- or something to that effect. He seemed oblivious to this and they continued to lose. After the game, I was sitting with Kerry at a picnic table, and we were going over his proposed cabinet. I said, "it'd be cool to head one of those." (No wonder chicks think I'm young. Because I say stupid shit like that in my dreams. Whatever. I'M THIRTY!! And if I was actually given a chance, just think of the possibilities: We're partners. And when you're, let's say, 45 and complaining about wrinkles, and I'm, let's say 44 and not, people are gonna think you scored with someone younger. Just a thought.) So, anyway, we were discussing his cabinet. He was going over the people he was considering. I only remember his wife being one of them. As we were sitting there, I looked over to my right to see Katie Couric and Matt Lauer playing in the outfield. Ms. Couric was complaining about the lack of moisture in the two inches of snow that had fallen. Oh, I forgot, also on my team were were Christopher Meloni and Mariska Hargitay (Law and Order: SVU). They both came and sat with John and me and then John said to me, "when I first met you, I always thought you were destined for police work." Then the Law and Order guy put his left hand on my shoulder in kind of and said, "whenever she's ready, we'll take her." I'd take Mariska Hargitay, actually. She'd probably think I'm too young. Thirty, people. I'm thirty. Then I woke up. Too early. The disturbing nature of my dream prevented me from going back to sleep, as I kept writing about it in my head. If anybody has any ideas, feel free. Coming up next time: Friendster moment on the train...